I Was Born At The End Of The World

The End of the World?

While it’s fun to get caught up in the hype of it all, I don’t think that it is something to be taken too seriously. With that in mind, I’ve written a poem to sort of satirize the upcoming “Big Event”:

I Was Born at the End of the World

Well I was born on Dec Twenty One
the day they say that the World’s Undone
Well hell it ain’t going to be too fun
An’ there won’t be no place to run

Yes, I was born at the end of the world
a day of doom and gloom they say
But to all their dark prognostications
I’ll simply no attention pay

They want to scare you with their forecasts
of darkened skies and fiery bomb blasts
They frighten you with threats of judgment
by an angry god ‘cept you repent

Yes, I was born at the end of the world
a day of doom and gloom they say
But to all their dark prognostications
I’ll simply no attention pay

So what shall I do on Dec Twenty One?
I think I’ll go and have some fun
I don’t give a damn if the world should end
I’ll meet with Death, he’ll be my friend!

Yes, I was born at the end of the world
a day of doom and gloom they say
But to all their dark prognostications
I’ll simply no attention pay!

NOTES: If you’ve been following this blog, you’ve probably noticed that I tend to like to satirize things that I consider to be expressions of “superstition”. Want to see some of these? Click Here and Here.

12 + 21 + 2012 = BS ?

BTW: These guys have argued over other things as well. Want to see a couple of them? Click Here and Here.

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(BTW: QWACKYWORDS is the name of the shop that I run which carries designs such as these, which are meant to “Play with your mind by playing with words”! Click here to visit, opens in a separate window.)